Video game icon, but I reckon it's close enough...

DIARY OF THE DEAD! DIARY OF THE DEAD! DIARY OF THE DEAD!

:D

Also, the Engineer and I watched Frontier(s) Sunday night and OMFG YA'LL. FRENCH HORROR MOVIES FOR THE ULTIMATE WIN.

A specific scene in it, which seemed to go on for forever and a day, totally gave me a panic attack. I had to get up and walk around the apartment, flapping my hands, to shake it off. That's only happened once before, when I watched The Descent.

Seriously.

hrrm.

I made a creme caramel this weekend, for eating after dinner on Sunday.

And the Engineer, otherwise known as He Who Loves All Things Sweet, did not like it. He put a big spoon of it into his mouth and then froze in horror, making the most hilarious awful face.

He said it tasted of bacon.

Bacon?!

That, and the texture reminded him of fat.

hurgle.

While I love me some bacon and fat, those two things do not belong in the same sentence as a cream and vanilla-based dessert.

His description of it made me a bit green around the gills, so I couldn't even eat it at that point (I'm very impressionable), so I wound up throwing it out.

Goodbye, creme caramel. I hardly knew you.

*tear*